Amy Freeze Illness

At the banquet hall, I refuse to let my adopted twin pups eat the walnut cake. Ivana Lamont—the childhood sweetheart of my mate, Luther Hardwick—chokes up dramatically. She cries accusingly, "Yara, they may not be yours biologically, but you can't abuse them! Why won't you even let them have a slice of cake?" I'm just about to explain that the twins are allergic to nuts, but they point at me and complain in aggrieved voices. "Mommy often doesn't give us food. We never have enough to eat!" With that, I'm unceremoniously driven out of the banquet hall by the host. When I go to look for my mate to talk about it, I accidentally overhear his conversation with a friend. "Alpha Luther, it's been eight years. Are you still not going to mark Yara?" "There's no rush. I'll wait until the kids are a little older. We love each other very much, so it's fine even if I don't mark her." His friend responds disapprovingly, "You've been hiding from her that the twins are actually your and Ivana's pups. Aren't you afraid she may leave in anger if she finds out?" Luther shakes his head and replies with certainty, "She won't. Yara is an orphan, so she has no family. If she leaves me, where else can she go?" The ugly truth causes me to freeze on the spot. It turns out the pups I've loved for eight years were born to my mate and another she-wolf. What I thought was a happy life is nothing but a cold, heartless deception! I touch my belly, thinking of the pup I just conceived. My tears fall like a relentless downpour. In the shadows, I say inaudibly, "You're wrong, Luther. In fact, I found my birth parents three days ago. I just haven't had the chance to tell you. But it doesn't matter now because you don't need to know about that anymore." I have Luther sign the mate bond dissolution agreement before finalizing my withdrawal from the Sharp Teeth pack. Two days later, I give both my mate and the pups to Ivana. With the pup that Luther has never known or laid his eyes on, I disappear from his world forever.

Two years ago, as a graduate of Werewolf Medical School, I volunteered to go to the most remote and poorest pack, as it had always been my dream to help werewolf patients in need. I heard from my teacher that the werewolves in the Rogue Pack were the poorest and that their living conditions were the worst. Most of the werewolves there were old and weak, so I volunteered to go to that pack as soon as I graduated. After I arrived, I helped them build an infirmary and even set up a blood station. Every year, I led them in voluntary blood donations. But one time—right after I had taken a short break following a blood donation—they turned on me. They slandered me, calling me a selfish and heartless healer. Worse still, they accused me of faking illness, claiming I was lying comfortably in bed while patients were dying—refusing to lift a finger to save them. Not only that, they stormed into the infirmary, seized all my herbs and equipment, and completely trashed the place I had built for them with my own hands. Recalling the days I had spent day and night healing them—only to see my infirmary destroyed and my dream shattered—I let out a bitter smile. I picked up the phone and called the dean of my home pack. "I'm ready to return," I said. "I want to serve the patients in our own pack." Then, without a trace of regret, I left that place behind. However, after I gave up, the whole pack regretted it and begged me to return.

I gasped, shocked as he pulled me to his lap in the wheelchair, roughly. “M.mr. K.king,” I stutter, afraid and surprised. He glanced up at me, his grey eyes shining in an emotion I couldn’t place. “If you are going to pretend to be a doting wife to me, cooking meals and trying to make unnecessary conversations, then you might as well strip naked, get on the bed and let me perform my duty as a doting husband by damaging those walls in between your legs and trust me, my illness won’t be a hindrance,” he whispered against my neck and for a second I forgot I was married to a literal devil. A handsome devil in a wheelchair. **************** After an accident, Dexter King got confined in a wheelchair. A once admirable man turned sour, hated by all and even his fiance left him for his brother. After a marriage proposal he couldn’t refuse, Dexter and Aurora got married and Dexter promised within himself to make her life miserable. But what happens when Aurora is hell bent on healing his broken leg? And what happens when they realize the accident was all a plan? Enemies are definitely closer than Dexter thinks, and betrayals are bound to happen, but would everyone give up on him, including Aurora, who has her share of a harsh life from her family?

Allison Whitney didn’t have much time left in this world, and she knew it very well. When she discovered that she had cancer, she coincidentally ran into her ex-husband six years after their divorce. Although Matthew Laurier had someone else in his heart now, he decided to accompany her throughout her illness, to support her until she went into remission. Unfortunately, Allison also knew very well that Matthew was no longer in love with her like he used to be. The treatments soon proved to be ineffective, so she eventually passed away with regrets in her heart. But then, when she opened her eyes the next moment, she discovered that she had traveled back into the past, to the time before she divorced Matthew. Determined to make things right this time, Allison vowed to never leave Matthew again and take advantage of this second chance to live a happy and healthy life with him.

James, my promised soulmate, shattered his vow of eternal loyalty on my eighteenth birthday. He forged a bond with another, the High Elder's daughter, a union that secured his ascension to Alpha. Yet, he craved more, demanding I become his mistress, his threats aimed at my mother's fragile health. Then, fate, in its cruel irony, thrust me into the path of Michael, the formidable Alpha King. Our encounter was a night of raw passion, a moment that felt destined. When my mother's illness worsened and I and I desperately needed funds for her treatment, I sought him out. I found myself driven to him. Stripped of all pride, I knelt before him, pleading. "Please, Alpha King, help me..."

My name is Helen Fonseca, I am a young girl of the lower-middle class, recently graduated from high school and with the dream of studying nursing, but, my world changes radically when because of a serious illness in my mother, my father forces me to marry a man in a wheelchair; I do not know who he is, I do not know him, but it is said that he is an arrogant, cold, calculating and intimidating man, and that's not all, I will have to deal with that, and around him from this moment, what will happen? I don't know, the only thing that is clear to me is that I hate him with all my strength for forcing me to marry him, when I had a life made, a boyfriend, a life, and now I have to leave my whole life to contract a marriage contract with a paralytic.

I was six months pregnant when my husband's childhood sweetheart showed up on Christmas Eve, pregnant too, demanding her place in his life. Smiling, I welcomed her in. "Come on in. Make yourself at home." In my previous life, I had forced my husband to kick Shirley out. She collapsed from low blood sugar and froze to death that very Christmas Eve. Matthew did not hold it against me. On the contrary, he softened, stayed by my side and took care of me while I waited to give birth. However, when the baby came, despite being an obstetrician himself, Matthew sent our healthy newborn son straight to the morgue. I begged him desperately, but his face was twisted with hatred. "If you hadn't been so petty and dramatic, Shirley wouldn't have died along with her baby!" "You're heartbroken over your son? Then go freeze to death too. Pay for Shirley’s life with your own life." Just like that, I opened my eyes again, back to the moment Shirley arrived on Christmas Eve.

Cassandra Ashford is a dedicated nurse with a quiet life and a burning hatred for the mafia—especially after they took the life of her undercover agent father. But everything changes the day she unknowingly saves a critically wounded stranger... only to discover he's no ordinary man. He’s Adriano Moretti—the ruthless and dangerously magnetic Don of the most feared mafia family in the country. Worse? He insists she’s destined to be his wife. Already engaged and building her dream life, Cassandra tries to run from Adriano’s dark pull. But betrayal hits hard when her fiancé shatters her trust, and her mother’s sudden, life-threatening illness threatens to crush her entirely. Left with no choice and buried in desperation, Cassandra signs a one-year contract marriage with the man she swore to hate. The Don. The danger. The devil in disguise. But nothing could prepare her for the twisted world she’s about to enter—a world where power rules, passion burns, and one wrong move could cost her everything. Including her heart. Will she survive the game of blood and seduction, or will the shadows of the mafia consume her completely?

My mother-in-law's illness relapsed again, and only my husband, Xavier Grey could save her. However, Xavier, known as "The Healer", refused to leave the grave of his first love, Eve Parker. When I begged him, pleading desperately for help, he responded coldly, "What's this new trick of yours? Stay out of my sight!" In the end, my mother-in-law passed away in the emergency room. Yet, at the same time, his beloved first love returned from the dead. Now, standing before my mother-in-law's brand-new gravestone, Xavier finally went mad.

To cure my half-sister's illness, my brother took my beast bone—all because I was a half-beast and had a strong self-healing ability. Later, to make me suffer in her place, the tiger beast servant I had cared for joined forces with my brother and sent me straight into the Beast Den. The tiger said I didn't deserve to be his master, and the one he wanted to protect was my sister. In the end, I was tortured and died a terrible death. When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the very day I had to choose my beast servant.